ing as he was used to do every morning when it
became his turn to let in that early bird.

Costigan tried to hold Bolton for a moment in genteel conversation, but
the other surlily would not. "Don't bother me," said he; "go to your
hown bed Capting, and don't keep honest men out of theirs." So the
Captain tacked across the square and reached his own staircase, up which
he stumbled with the worthy Huxter at his heels. Costigan had a key of
his own, which Huxter inserted into the keyhole for him, so that there
was no need to call up little Mr. Bows from the sleep into which the old
musician had not long since fallen, and Huxter having aided to disrobe
his tipsy patient, and ascertained that no bones were broken, helped him
to bed and applied compresses an water to one of his knees and shins,
which, with the pair of trousers which encased them, Costigan had
severely torn in his fall. At the General's age, and with his habit of
body, such wounds as he had inflicted on himself are slow to heal: a
good deal of inflammation ensued, and the old fellow lay ill for some
days, suffering both pain and fever.

Mr. Huxter undertook the case of his interesting patient with great
confidence and alacrity, and conducted it with becoming skill. He
visited his friend day after day, and consoled him with lively rattle
and conversation for the absence of the society which Costigan needed,
and of which he was an ornament; and he gave special instructions to the
invalid's nurse about the quantity of whisky which the patient was to
take--instructions which, as the poor old fellow could not for many days
get out of his bed or sofa himself, he could not by any means infringe.
Bows, Mrs. Bolton, and our little friend Fanny, when able to do so,
officiated at the General's bedside, and the old warrior was made as
comfortable as possible under his calamity.

Thus Huxter, whose affable manners and social turn made him
quickly intimate with persons in whose society he fell, and whose
over-refinement did not lead them to repulse the familiarities of this
young gentleman, became pretty soon intimate in Shepherd's Inn, both
with our acquaintances in the garrets and those in the porter's lodge.
He thought he had seen Fanny somewhere: he felt certain that he had: but
it is no wonder that he should not accurately remember her, for the poor
little thing never chose to tell him where she had met him: he himself
had seen her at a period, when his own views bo